Beauty is Pain

You guys, I am pretty much getting the best Christmas present there is.

and i'm not talking about my two front teeth

23 more days, people.

Apparently I find great joy and entertainment by taking pictures of myself attempting to create numbers with my fingers.

Did you know that in the medievel times women used to rub pee on their faces in an attempt to fade their freckles? Also people used to bleed themselves out to acheive paler skin. Will we women stop at NOTHING to achieve beauty?!

I'm glad we don't practice such things anymore. I like modern cosmetics. I also like googling the history of makeup. It really is quite fascinating.

Tara and I blew a circuit today. Each of us had plugged in a straightener while simultaneously blow drying our hair. That has never happened to me before. It was a grand experience, but I was grateful when Brooklyn walked down to the fuse box and flipped the bathroom switch so we could continue our beauty routines.

I am a human being who enjoys taking my own sweet time while getting ready. I take long showers. I take a long time to do my makeup and I take even longer to do my hair. On average I get ready in an hour to and hour and a half. That's a long time, but it is also the time of day that I find most satisfying. I like getting ready.

Also I like pink and I am currently wearing about 5 different shades of it. Good thing I am not wearing pink pants as well. That might be overwhelming. I believe several car accidents were avoided today by me not walking around the streets in head to toe pink. You can thank me later, citizens of Rexburg.

Clearly, I am a girl, in case that was ever in question.